As we walked back up from “The Cows Field” along the wide grassy field edge, I spotted a clump of Ladies Smock, or Cuckoo Flowers, nestling in the dew of a grassy damp corner of the field, shaded by overhanging trees. They are quite common, especially now that many farmers leave 5 meter wide “wildlife corridors” of grasses and wild flowers. Most fields have a lower damp corner, or a spot where field drainage isn’t as efficient as it should be, places where these pastel perennials can thrive. The grasses around the field have undergone a “growth spurt” putting on several inches (Typically British, I have happily mixed metric units for the wildlife corridor and inches for the length of grass. How many other Brits put litres of fuel in the car and work out the miles per gallon?). It never occurred to me, as I strolled along in my wellies, that walking through dew laden grass was like splashing through a stream. It never occurred to the dogs that walking through dew laden grass was like splashing through a stream. It occurred to @shepherdmanswife as eight wet paws and two bodies of damp fur flopped down panting in the living room. I made a sharp exit and went to work, my ear ringing….
Now I am typical American because I have to look up metric measurements if I see them. Maybe you should have picked these lovely flower for her and once she was caught up in photographing them she would have forgotten you wet mess.
